3 A.M. Thoughts

No one fights my demons

cuz angels don't exist

A scream without an echo 

is an arm without a fist

Must we lose the ones we love 

to see inside our hearts?

Aren't we all just souls with tear-away faces

hiding pain that smarts? 

Can't speak through tear-clogged throats

or fight the clotting of blood in our veins

Stand with knees that buckle

in front of a world that must tear us apart

This poem is about: 
My community
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